Dollar Store CourageA Poem by Maxwell Ryder
A clerk
Gets high On weed; Bible’s Opened To First Corinthians. The thief Comes in, Points His gun, and Demands the cash; She calmly Opens The till, and asks, “Don’t you prefer to be armed with your Lord?” Before the sound Of a report Left a trickle, Spilling the Red letters “Jesus wept.” Out Her Temple. © 2019 Maxwell Ryder |
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